Message-ID: <39917asstr$1040166604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: From: adversity Reply-To: adversity Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ZLPwdHint: X-ZLExpiry: -1 X-ZLReceiptConfirm: N X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 06:41:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Petal 5 {adversity} (M/g, oral, ped, inc) Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 18:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates [M/g, g/b, pedo, oral, inc] feedback: adversity@ziplip.com ******************************************** The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. ******************************************** The Story of Petal ~ chapter 5 by Adversity Not Christmas yet, thought Petal, tiptoeing through the dark house. She peered into Bryce's room. From the pattern of shadows and moonlight on his bed, she knew her daddy had secured his assistant in sleeping restraints. The thick fabric belts held his arms and legs spread symmetrically, knees pinned wide and flat to the mattress under the blankets. She could also see he was hard; the tent over his hips was the tallest shape visible. Soundlessly, on the padded feet of her pjs, she slipped into the room and lifted the bottom edge of his covers, entering head first at the foot of his bed. In the very dark world under the blankets, she forgot her disappointment that it wasn't morning yet. Bryce's smell was strong and seductive as her slow progress stirred the air that had been scented by his cock and the spread cheeks of his ass. She was right between his bound legs. She couldn't see the straps that were holding his thighs and knees apart, but she could sense them in his waking movements, the startled shift and lurch to abrupt halt in his mere inches of freedom. She heard a muffled groan. Petal touched warm bare skin, her hand on Bryce's thigh, and she gasped as her face bumped right into his rigid penis. Her heart beat hard with excitement as he tried to move and his dick batted at her cheek. A wave of fluid warmth flooded her pussy. Better than Christmas! She was grinning in the close dark space as she breathed in his musk and ran both hands up his trapped thighs, her fingertips tracing the straps that belted him to the bed. She'd watched the Wizard of Oz with her daddy and Bryce the night before. She couldn't remember being put to bed and realized she must have fallen asleep without seeing the ending. What she remembered best now as she tickled Bryce's balls, was seeing Dorothy find the Tin Man. Petal had sleepily wished that she could see his metal penis, thinking that if she were Dorothy, she would tease him by oiling his rusty cock first. Then, she'd thought, she could play with it all she liked before oiling the rest of him. This, she thought, clutching Bryce's warm hard cock, was much nicer than a dick made of metal! This was her Bryce's meaty rod, real flesh and blood; jerking in her grasp because it was happy to be touched. When she rubbed it on her lips, she almost laughed out loud -- he sounded like the Tin Man before his mouth got oiled, groaning through his gag. She kissed and licked the damp cockhead. She slid it in her mouth, her pussy beginning to throb. She wiggled her hips to push her clit against the bunched up fleece of her pajama bottoms, making them damp and sticky between her legs. Bryce's cock leaked a trickle of syrupy juice in her mouth. He was trying to thrust. Poor thing! The straps wouldn't let him. Petal let the smooth head pop out of her mouth and heard his guttural groan that said -- let me back in! It was deeper and hotter than any sound ever made by the Tin Man. Petal smiled, wickedly. To herself, she said, "Not yet!" She crawled up his torso, straddling him. She rubbed her fleece covered box on his cock, thrilled by the hard/ soft sensation Bryce's chest was rising and falling as Petal explored it with the tip of her nose in the dark. He smelled so good! She found the hard bump of his nipple and gave it an Eskimo kiss. The inch or so he could move, he was thrusting at her, trying to rub his cock harder between her legs. He was straining so hard that the mattress was creaking and bouncing a little. Petal's head emerged from the covers and the room looked bright by comparison. She saw his handsome face, mouth forced open by the ball gag stuffing his mouth. "Poor Bryce," she whispered sweetly, sitting on his chest. She leaned forward to kiss his nose. "I wish I could take this off now," she told him, tracing his lips. "But daddy would be mad." Bryce was breathing hard through his nose and he swallowed a number of times, gazing up at her with eyes full of love. "It's Christmas soon!" she reminded him, and saw his eyelids lower slowly and open to express his affection and understanding. She kissed his slightly whisery cheek and nuzzled his ear. "I love you, Brycie!" she murmured. Petal snuggled back deeper into the covers and Bryce made a soft sweet sound of pleasure as she glided over his chest and bumped his cock with her fleecy bottom. I could fuck him if I want to, she thought. I could do anything I want! She grinned and snuck her hand slowly into his vulnerable armpit. His body jerked so hard in spite of the restraints that she nearly fell off him. "Hold still!" she warned him in a whisper. She began a new assault on his warm pit, tickling the soft hairs. She lowered her pajama clad cunt on his erection, trapping it between her covered pussy lips. Petal wasn't sure why it felt so good to torture Bryce with tickles, she only knew that it did, that she loved his helplessness. It felt good to him too, she knew, in spite of his moans and whimpers; his dick was pulsing against her cunt. She thought about making him cum. In my mouth! she decided. With a barely suppressed laugh she stopped tickling and started to turn around on top of him. For just a moment she straddled his head and rubbed her warm damp crotch on his face. Bryce lifted his head, rubbing his mouth between her legs. It felt good to her, but Petal had other plans. She burrowed downward, head first, back under the blankets. She splayed her body astride his chest and cuddled up to his penis. She rubbed her cheek on his shaft and lifted the mounds of his testicles in her hands, feeling the eggs move in their silky sac. She could hear the distant sound of him moaning softly. Petal made herself comfy, cosy, on top of him; she was sinking deep into a daze of lust. She rocked her spread pussy on his chest, humping a little fold in her pjs. She opened her mouth around the dripping head of his cock, hungry for his cum. Comforting, arousing; the flavor and texture of sperm. Her longing and love for it had been carefully nurtured by her father. The taste and feel of his dick had mingled with her favorite foods. Memories deeper than she had words for; being warm, being loved, the slippery feel of his juicy cockhead rubbing her tongue, the taste of happiness and pleasure. Covering her teeth with her lips, she clamped on the moist bulb of Bryce's cock and sucked like she could make him give milk. Doing this soaked her in pleasure; her tongue swirled to cull the juice from his slit. Her little hands moved with a will of their own, exploring his nuts and squeezing his rod, like an infant clutching at the breast as it nurses. She rubbed up and down his shaft to urge the flow that she craved. Bryce drenched her mouth in hot sperm. It pulsed out of him, welling her cheeks and spilling out of her lips as she struggled to drink it all down. She sucked in bliss as a tremor shook her; her tiny womb contracting in spasms as she climaxed hard and deep. A temporarily sated Petal fell back to sleep with her head nested in Bryce's groin, her hand clutching his soft damp penis to her cheek. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+